Today I grabbed my camera and looked at life through the lens. Look:
Mr. G pretends he is a wild animal and last night he told me all kinds of details about Ash Wednesday because he's nervous about people rubbing ash on foreheads. Last summer he stuck his hand in fire ash when his friend J was over and burned his fingers, so the thought of Father Dave and Deacon Greg smearing ash on folks worried him, but he thinks they burned everything two days ago and after sprinkling it with holy water, the ash shouldn't hurt anyone. I had no comment since I'm not Catholic and never participated in Ash Wednesday. In fact, I don't think he'll get to participate either, but no matter--he's pretty cute regardless of whether they smudge him or not this morning. Today he growled and rolled around the floor wrapped in blankets.
Mr. B survives on a diet of apples, milk and Nutella sandwiches. I wish I could tell you eats a more balanced diet, but alas, he really does not. I used threats to make him eat asparagus last night. Sometimes he'll eat peanut butter. I never get enough of that kid's smile. The other night while watching Animal Planet he said, "I wish they'd just find Bigfoot already and solve this mystery!"
Mr. T, on the other hand, enjoys a hearty breakfast of Cheerios. Honey Nut or Peanut Butter. He's big into karate once more, and it's nice to have him back in the dojo. His bo staff complex is actually quite good. I'm constantly amazed at how old he is, how mature he can behave, how reasonable he can act. All of my kids wear blankets over their shoulders in the morning, huddled like old peasants around the table while they eat porridge. I kid. I make them eat gruel. Or oatmeal or cereal or toast or granola. You'd think my house was freezing the way these kids wrap up, but it's really not.
I cut forsythia branches so I could force them to bloom and add some color to my table. Sadly, I did this too late for them to bloom for Book Club tomorrow night. So I have a centerpiece of sticks.
My bedside table--I'm reading The Founding Foodies, which is really fascinating. It's about presidents and history and food. A trifecta of good topics presented in a brisk, chronological (important in history books) and conversational way. I'm also slogging through The Old Devils by Kingsley Amis. I hate it. It's about a bunch of middle aged people who spend all their time getting sauced. It won the Booker Prize and people, I've had mixed experiences with Booker Prize-winning books. Sometimes they're amazing, other times they're perfectly dreadful. But then I wonder if I'm not sophisticated or intellectual enough to appreciate their brilliance, because Gee whiz, they won the Booker Prize! And then I think, so what? At the bottom of the stack is my bible where I'm currently bookmarked in the middle of Job.
The project that got moved again. My dear friend A has bequeathed to me all of her vacation slides. I will look at them and cull the good ones. I will, I will. But that stack is daunting. But my love for A is bigger than that stack, so one of these days I will set up that slide projector and start viewing. Pinky-promise.
And speaking of Ash Wednesday, I better look in the cupboard and make sure I have a can of tuna fish for Mr. D to eat tonight...no meat for him today, am I right?